There! That makes me feel better! I...
...detest
...abhor
...despise
mending.
I'm sure those of you who are virtuous mothers are shaking their heads and wondering what is the matter with me. I don't know where I missed it, but the pile of mending in my sewing center makes me cringe with hatred.
Why do I wait until all of Allison's dresses are missing a button before I finally, grudgingly get out my needle and thread? Why does a dress hang for two years in my closet with chopped off sleeves that are only waiting for one seam? Why do John's Sunday pants lay over my bedroom chair for weeks before I finally get around to sewing the loophole back on?
I've always hated repairing clothes. When I learned to sew and sewed my sleeve in upside down, I would have rather started all over than to tear out the one little seam.
Mending is such a tedious chore. But today, when I finally got around to sewing on six buttons on six dresses, sewing up a hole in the back of another, and zigzagging around two pockets that were coming loose, I realized it had only taken me about fourty-five minutes. And the time I spent before dreading the task was worse than actually doing it. I hope next time it won't look so big. And now Alli has five more dresses!!! I'll let you in on a big, deep, dark secret---I hate ironing, too!!!!
...detest
...abhor
...despise
mending.
I'm sure those of you who are virtuous mothers are shaking their heads and wondering what is the matter with me. I don't know where I missed it, but the pile of mending in my sewing center makes me cringe with hatred.
Why do I wait until all of Allison's dresses are missing a button before I finally, grudgingly get out my needle and thread? Why does a dress hang for two years in my closet with chopped off sleeves that are only waiting for one seam? Why do John's Sunday pants lay over my bedroom chair for weeks before I finally get around to sewing the loophole back on?
I've always hated repairing clothes. When I learned to sew and sewed my sleeve in upside down, I would have rather started all over than to tear out the one little seam.
Mending is such a tedious chore. But today, when I finally got around to sewing on six buttons on six dresses, sewing up a hole in the back of another, and zigzagging around two pockets that were coming loose, I realized it had only taken me about fourty-five minutes. And the time I spent before dreading the task was worse than actually doing it. I hope next time it won't look so big. And now Alli has five more dresses!!! I'll let you in on a big, deep, dark secret---I hate ironing, too!!!!
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~Lez
Now lets just say that mending and I have never gotten cozy with each other. I hate mending and sewing. I remeber one time as a girl I made a new dress and the first Sunday I wore it Pop pronounced the sleeves too short and told me that there was no need to try to get liberal in his household because it wouldnt work and that I was never to wear that dresa gain until I got those sleeves sufficiently below the elbows.
I told him I didn't purposely make the sleeves to not cover the elbow but that I just didnt cut it out right and sew it right. I'll never forget how he grinned and said, "Well Tammy coming from you I believe thats exactly what happened. Now get in the car or we'll be late." Lol Obviously he was wise enough to be more concerned about the intent of the ehart rather than the letter of the law. When he discovered there was no evil motive it was okay.
Now Robin, on the other hand, is a perfect seamstress thus would have never gotten by with sleeves not covering the elbow! :)